*SEQUAL TO GOLDEN STORMS*
The great gates of Tridari have closed behind Falaq and Hudayfa. Secrets hide in the shadows and relationships are built and broken throughout the Palace' catacombs. What awaits will test the young warrior's resolve and th...
A/N: Assalamualaikum Stormers! Here is a little something from me to you for all your incredible support. A little while ago Golden Storms surpassed 500k reads and Silver Skies 120k reads. This means a lot to me. JazakAllah khair for all your support and encouragement. Please leave comments as you go through the chapter because I LOVE reading your reactions! I hope you love it as much as I do 🫶🏽. For those of you that are new readers, welcome! Feel free to join our small community on Instagram @highdisdain!
I would also like to extend my condolences to the wonderful stormer who lost her father. Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon. I pray that your father is protected from the hardships of the grave and that instead his grave is a place of rest and respite for him, with the expansive view of Jannah. I pray that when you are reunited with him, it is in the gardens of Jannah and all the pain you went through is forgotten. You are so strong.
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Perhaps she teaches me how to live this life I have. Perhaps she makes me inhale deeper. Perhaps she brings colour to my life. I no longer wish to face this bitter winter alone.
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Prince Hudayfa at the henna celebration.
H U D A Y F A ذُواٌلقَعْدَة T R I D A R I
The sun began to set on the horizon of Tridari, colouring the underside of the clouds a beautiful orange. Balqis galloped across the darkening streets, her hooves sinking powerfully into the snow. Her mane whipped against Hudayfa's gloved hands, hot air billowing out from her nostrils, the silver gleam of the bit visible as she tore ahead.
Her rider's face was murderous. Pale against the fitted black leather tunic, it was contorted in fury. His dark brows were creased, and the silver eyes they framed brewed like the sky before a thunderstorm. Tridarians jumped out of Hudayfa's way, fear in their eyes as they recognised the Prince.
He barely had a moment to muse at their fear. Did they not know the fear that was threatening to choke him? The fear that a flame had been lit in his heart of hearts he could not extinguish.
"Hudayfa, won't you enlighten me?"
Hud remained still at the vast table that had just hosted the Tridarian War Council. He had been expecting this moment. Taimur was no doubt livid at Hudayfa's inaction. But Hudayfa knew Taimur, and the exuberant facade he excellently wore. Taimur could be extremely patient...if it meant achieving his own ends.
Wordlessly, he turned to face Taimur. His gaze bore into Taimur's amber eyes, unflinching. Those eyes flashed dangerously, angrily, and the laughter Taimur forced out was not warm.
